Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.